Finally—
it was his turn.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's heart, which had been still and calm for centuries like an ancient well, now pounded wildly like a war drum.
He looked at Demon Subduing Douluo, whose aura coiled like an untamed divine dragon.
He looked at the sliver of ultimate wind dancing around Azure Luan Douluo's fingertips, able to shred all creation.
He looked at the living Ice Wind Phoenix—life created from nothing—nestled in Light Feather Douluo's arms.
And finally, he looked at Bibi Dong, who had been pulled back from hell itself, reborn in divine radiance.
Every scene before him was a miracle.
Every miracle shattered a century's worth of his understanding.
Gold Crocodile Douluo took a deep breath, as if that breath drained the last fragment of pride left in a Level 98 Douluo.
He slowly rose to his feet.
His movement was as heavy as a mountain shifting.
Instead of handing the money pouch to Hu Liena, he stepped forward—
one heavy step after another—
approaching the counter directly.
Thud—
The money pouch, filled with forty-five thousand gold coins, was placed with utmost solemnity beside Lin Feng's hand.
This action carried profound symbolism.
He bypassed the "divine messenger."
He chose to personally offer tribute to the "god."
Then—
Under the suffocating silence of the room…
This Second Worship Elder of Spirit Hall, who had lived nearly a millennium, bowed deeply, lowering his once-proud head to that lazy figure.
"Senior… I beg you to grant my wish."
This single sentence drained every ounce of strength from him.
His voice was hoarse yet filled with resolute desperation.
Lin Feng understood immediately.
Tsk. An old man stuck at level 98 for over a hundred years… the obsession runs deep.
In the original timeline, he died without ever breaking through—pitiful indeed.
Still, pity was pity.
What mattered most was the quality of the leek.
At that moment, the system's familiar sweet feminine voice—now tinged with calculation—echoed in his mind.
"Ding! Consumption: 45,000 gold coins."
"System Evaluation: Hmph. Finally a clear-minded customer."
"Unlike that silly bird earlier who wanted a toy—no ambition at all."
"This old leek has been trapped for a century. Obsession deep. Very juicy. High return on investment!"
"Approved!"
"Random reward generated…"
Lin Feng shifted slightly in his rocking chair, finding a more comfortable position.
His gaze casually swept over the devout Gold Crocodile Douluo.
"Your obsession," he said calmly, "I have heard it."
He lifted a single finger and pointed gently toward Gold Crocodile Douluo.
No golden brilliance.
No overwhelming divine pressure.
Just a faint speck of light—so subtle it seemed nonexistent—that floated toward him.
The light drifted into his glabella.
Boom!!!
Gold Crocodile Douluo's entire body trembled violently.
He didn't feel his power increase.
But from the depths of his soul came a crisp—
Crack—
A shackle shattered.
An invisible chain that had bound him for a hundred agonizing years dissolved in an instant.
The path ahead became clear.
The legendary, unreachable realm of Level 99 Peerless Douluo—
no longer a distant illusion.
But a broad, tangible road, one step away.
"I… I…"
He lifted his head.
From his old, murky eyes, two streams of hot tears burst forth uncontrollably.
He had waited his whole life for this moment.
Bang!!!
He collapsed to his knees.
His forehead slammed against the cold floor—
a dull, resounding thud.
He did not speak.
Because any words would pale before such divine grace.
He kowtowed three times—heavy, reverent.
Then, without hesitation, this Second Worship Elder of Spirit Hall turned and bolted out of Feng Ran Pavilion—
with the fastest speed he had moved in centuries.
He wanted to return.
He wanted to enter seclusion immediately.
He wanted to take that long-awaited, final step.
Watching his disappearing figure, the entire restaurant fell into pin-drop silence.
Everyone understood.
Soon—
this continent would witness the birth of another Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
The remaining three Elders finally came to their senses and hurried after him.
Light Feather Douluo even called out, "Second Brother! Wait for us!"
But as they reached the door, they abruptly stopped, turned around, and bowed deeply toward Lin Feng.
Only then did they transform into three streaks of light and vanish.
Lin Feng waved his hand lightly.
"That's enough for today.
No need to see you out."
Ghost Douluo and the others didn't dare show the slightest hesitation.
They bowed again and quickly retreated from this place that felt like a divine domain.
Soon, only Lin Feng remained—
along with his three "Employees" of uncertain identities, and the still-dazed Bibi Dong.
He stretched lazily, joints cracking softly.
The oppressive divine pressure that blanketed the restaurant—enough to suffocate gods—dissipated instantly.
In its place came a warmth, almost mundane, like the scent of home cooking.
Lin Feng glanced at the three Employees, and on his eternally pristine "god-like" face, a gentle, meaningful smile finally appeared.
"Everyone worked hard today."
"What do you want for dinner?"
That single sentence made Zhu Zhuyun's tightly wound heart leap!
Before Hu Liena could react, Zhu Zhuyun stepped forward, bowing with graceful obedience.
"As long as Senior makes it… Zhuyun will love to eat it."
Her tone was soft, feline, utterly devoted.
Then she lifted her eyes slightly, stealing a quick, hopeful glance at Lin Feng.
He seemed amused by her eagerness—
the smile on his lips deepened, and he gave a small, gentle nod.
Just a nod.
Yet to Zhu Zhuyun, it felt like warm sunlight pouring into her soul.
Her entire body tingled with excitement.
Senior… smiled at me!
Hu Liena narrowed her fox-like eyes, alarm bells ringing.
This woman is really dangerous…
Lin Feng ignored the silent competition among his Employees.
He turned, preparing to enter the kitchen to make a truly meaningful "Employee Meal."
But then—
A hesitant, soft, noble voice came from behind him.
"Senior…"
Lin Feng paused and turned.
Bibi Dong stood there, her beautiful face flushed faintly—
no longer tainted by madness or malice.
Just the shy softness of a mortal woman.
"I… I just…"
She bit her lip, struggling to continue.
"I wasn't full yet."
"Can I… have another meal?"
Lin Feng's hand froze mid-motion.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he turned his calm, deep eyes toward Hu Liena.
A god didn't need to explain the rules himself.
Hu Liena instantly understood.
"Supreme Pontiff Your Excellency," she said softly, bowing,
"Feng Ran Pavilion has a strict rule."
"Normally, guests may only enjoy one meal per day."
Boom!!!
Her voice struck Bibi Dong's heart like thunder.
Her newly regained clarity shattered—
her eyes widened in shock.
That warmth she'd just tasted—
that happiness that had pulled her out of the abyss—
Only one serving per day?!
That salvation capable of cleansing her soul…
was limited edition?!
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